Players Invade Cyberpunk

Early morning

The valley was shrouded in mist, with misty tendrils as far as the eye could see, indistinguishable from smoke or vapor.

The gunfire that had lasted all night finally began to dwindle at dawn.

The disintegrated Chaotic Blade Association had completely abandoned resistance. The dead were dead, and the escapees had fled, the great force had dissipated.

The players pursued the fleeing members of the Chaotic Blade Association.

Catch them all wouldn't take more than a few days with many surrendering.

"Hands on your head, squat down, surrender, and we won't kill."

"Delicious prison food is waiting for you!"

Even knowing that surrendering to the company led to no good end, even knowing the company's ruthless and cruel methods, the bandits, having lost their will to resist, still held onto a sliver of luck, dropping their only weapons, allowing themselves to be escorted by those mercenaries to an unknown place.

But there were still some discordant occurrences during the process.

Natural Curl, while sweeping the battlefield, was suddenly taken hostage by a 'corpse' springing to life.

"Don't come any closer, one step and I'll shoot him dead."

The 'corpse's' face was smeared with black ash, but a pair of red cybernetic eyes remained sharp and bright.

Olivia used a gun picked up at random to hold Natural Curl at gunpoint, warning the players approaching with guns in the vicinity.

"I know you're not afraid of death, how about a trade? You give me a full-fuel car, and I'll return your friend to you, a life for a life, how about it? Quite fair, right?"

"..."

The players did not respond.

Even Natural Curl himself didn't feel like talking much.

After three days of intense fighting, even the players' spirits and bodies were being tested.

Many of them had taken three days off, lying in bed the whole time, only getting up for meals, then continuing to war.

Dying offline, returning to work was considered relaxation.

If it weren't for the unbearable weakness debuff, Natural Curl wouldn't have been caught by Olivia.

But then…

"Huh?"

Originally lethargic, just waiting for Olivia to shoot him and take him offline to relax, Natural Curl seemed to feel something...

He instinctively twitched his back muscles twice, rubbed against something, confirmed that feeling wasn't a mistake, then his eyes widened in disbelief, shouting to stop other players from executing him then and there.

"Wait!!! Don't shoot! Wait, wait, wait!!!"

"Let's talk this out, let's talk this out!!"

The surrounding players were somewhat baffled, not knowing what kind of madness Natural Curl was speaking, but trusting him, they put away their guns to see what he intended to do.

The hostage, Natural Curl, shrank into Olivia's arms, this woman half a head taller than him, probably about 1.85 meters.

Olivia stared intently at Natural Curl, her heart vigilant, not knowing what the guy was trying to pull off.

"Well… Miss Bandit… I don't want to die, so I can help you escape…"

Natural Curl turned his head slightly to whisper to Olivia

"But you better hold me tighter, so they don't notice the flaw."

"?"

Olivia was full of doubts; this guy was cooperating so openly, not showing the fearless image as when battling her underlings before.

After hesitating for a moment, she tried pulling Natural Curl tightly into her embrace.

Just like that!

That feeling just like that!!!

Natural Curl was almost moved to tears.

Lin Miao had torn up his maid café plans without a glance.

He had never experienced bubble baths in the game.

Those bars with Super Dream Headbands just led to a blackout.

Those gentle and understanding big sisters, they only chatted for a bit, didn't have a chance for deep conversation before being kicked offline.

What is this… this long-lost sense of reassurance and comfort?

Indeed, this was the dreamland we sought!

Finally!

Heaven rewards those who strive!

Even if she's a bandit woman, so what?

It's better than that hammer-wielding tomboy!

Indeed, my springtime has arrived!

"Yes, yes, just like this!"

Natural Curl exclaimed in satisfaction, then loudly shouted at the players opposite him

"Can't you see I'm being held hostage? Hurry up and get a car ready, or I'm going to die!"

While speaking, he kept winking.

"But…"

Youzi Chef among the players seemed to see something, stopping a slightly rookie who was about to get a car.

"What difference does it make to us if you die? It's not like we're the ones who killed you."

This guy...

Natural Curl gritted his teeth inwardly, wishing he could chew this atmosphere-ignorant guy into chewing gum.

"You..."

Olivia was sure the guy she had grabbed should have a not-low status, at least an officer level; maybe those guys really were just bluffing.

"Don't you care about your comrade's life or death?"

As she spoke, she jabbed the gun at Natural Curl's head a few more times.

The Chaotic Blade Association certainly didn't care for comrades' lives, hence the lack of cohesion, but these people in front seemed different, their relationship should not be so poor when they could crash tanks with explosive packs without hesitation...

Bang!

A bullet whizzed past Natural Curl's scalp.

Olivia wasn't a mere talker, she really would drag someone down with her before she died.

Meanwhile, Natural Curl in her arms was shaking increasingly, making Olivia uncomfortable.